All Chapters of Wolverson's Queen: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“I’m sorry. I must look like a spoilt bitch. Complaining over no freedom and trying to run away from a family who had never done anything like that to me.” He just made me realise I should be grateful.“Don’t you dare! You deserved your freedom, Emmi, and you aren’t spoilt or a bitch. You may not have been beaten, burned, abandoned, or watched someone die, but your childhood still wasn’t a real one. So, you have as much right to hate it as we do ours.”I wish it was true, but I feel awful. I lost my dad, that was all. Hardly anything compared to these guys. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Dante will be angry that he told me everything.“So, Dean, tell me about him.” He looks at me and smiles.“He’s just a guy. He was one of the people in the city who disagreed with my parents’ plan. He seemed so utterly shocked by it and always said he could never do that to his daughter. He would sneak me into his garage, just to hide out there away from the guys who followed me to report back

I watch Dante storm out the room, knocking things out of the way as he does. I shouldn’t have touched him. I know I shouldn’t have. He’s going to take longer to get over things. I know he will, and he will take longer to open up to me.“So, today, little kitten, we go shopping.”I look towards Bear and laugh. “Shopping? Why?” I have the basics.“Why shopping? So, you can get some new things. Go get ready. Me and Gunner will take you. Zane has things to sort.” Bear looks at Zane, watching as he nods and walks off. I do the same, and go through to my room. I pick out a dress and heels. Then, after getting myself ready, I walk back out.As I reach the room, I watch as Gunner and Bear turn to me, their eyes roaming across my body as their cocks harden. This is a win for me. The weird thing is, Bear seemed to want me, the way he was in that place, the way he calls me little lamb, but he hasn’t even tried yet.“Let’s leave.” Bear gets up and walks out, holding the elevator for us. Stepping

I stay kneeling on the floor, wondering if he is going to come back and free me. My mouth and jaw hurt so much. I can’t complain though, I asked for it. I wiggle, trying to free my hands in any way I can. I just need one free. One hand, then I can get myself free and go to my room.The idea of been tied here all night isn’t good. Neither is the idea of one of the others finding me like this. Maybe that was his plan? Try to humiliate me so I’m scared away from him? If it is, it won’t work. I’ll make sure of it. I groan slightly, the rope rubbing against my wrists as I continue to fight to get free. Fucking assholes, all of them.I hear his laugh first, refusing to turn my head to look at him because my face feels awful. I know it must look awful too. I know my lips are puffy and so are my eyes, not to mention the fact I can still feel his release on my skin as well.“I guess I will free you.” His words are chuckled as I hear him walking to me. Kneeling behind me, his hands release the

I sit like the good little Princess I’m meant to be. Although I secretly want to stand a table and strip while screaming fuck the Wolversons. The idea swirls around in my mind. I watch as Zane fights, and hell, he looks hot. Here he takes off his top like he doesn’t care what people think. No doubt because while it’s off, he’s almost killing men with his fists.Bear has just been walking around the room, avoiding me, and god knows where Dante and Gunner are. I look around me. I’m in just as much of a prison here as I was at home. If not worse, because they treat me like a damn slave. They went from looking at me with lust, need and smiles, to like I’m just another woman, as Bear said.So, they don’t want me. I feel the anger burning through as I watch Zane beat the second guy in the ring before someone pulls him out. A guy near the ring looks drunk, too drunk to notice who I am, right? My eyes go back to Bear, watching as he steps into the ring. I wait, watching as he begins fighting,

I watch as Zane storms to his room, the door slamming as he does.“Think about this, Dante. If she does it, yes, she fucks us over. Killing her, though, is that really the right choice? Especially when it is clear she is helping Zane.” I agree it is fucked up, but to do that when Zane seems to be attached.“So what? We just forgive her and leave her living here? Pretend what she did meant nothing?” Dante asks.“No, I’m not saying that. Make her see, do something, I don’t know. Let’s see what she does with her mum next time she’s here. If she tells her, then I don’t know, punish her if you must, but make her aware she can’t stay here if she’s going to do it. Hell, tell her the truth about her mum! She’s fighting for someone who doesn’t even fucking care, and you’re being a jerk and helping.” Turning, I walk away. I tried staying calm. I know, though, this isn’t Emmi’s fault. This is her family.All of them, she is fighting to get back home, get freedom, and save her family without know